Well I ran across Picasso

With a paintbrush in his hand

He painted twenty houses

Between Elmhurst Road and Rand

And as he washed on up

I could tell that he was through

So I went up and I asked him

How does it feel to be you?



So Picasso and me

We were walking hand in hand

We came across Van Gogh

And he was playing in a band

And though I liked his music

He just didn't have a clue

So I went up and I asked him

How does it feel to be you?



How does it feel to be you?

How does it feel to be me?

I painted myself in a corner

And I can't leave



So the three of us we traveled

And we came across Rembrandt

He was taking dirty pictures

Of some photogenic tramp

And though I liked his poses

With the sunlight's gentle hue

I went up and I asked him

How does it feel to be you?



Well the four of us stood there

With nothing left to say

It's amazing how our lives have turned

In several different ways

Without no hesitation

But by more a subtle cue

They smiled and then they asked me

How does it feel to be you?